I guess it is a sad story. I never thought about it too much as that, as it's a story I grew up hearing. It was told many times. I finally got to visit my grandfather's mother's grave in 2005, when I was living in New Hampshire (she's buried in Massachusetts). She's in the same plot as her parents, and although the baby isn't mentioned on a stone, I assume she's in there with her.

My great-uncle told me none of the family, not even her husband (my great-grandfather) could go to the graveside services, as they were all quarantined for possible exposure to polio. They had the funeral at the house, and her husband and kids had to all watch from the upstairs landing, then couldn't go with them when they took her away.

I've got several photos of her. She was gorgeous.